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My girlfriend and I had been going to these get-togethers for only a few months. It was pretty much a BDSM meet up where everyone could get together and be in like company. I was still very new, only having really paraded my little pet around the old pet store to go relieve himself outside like a good dog, but my interest was piqued.

So I talked with people and learned some things and met some really wonderful people. I also met some not so wonderful people. Since this was a public event we tended to attract some “normies” I suppose. People who wanted to either pretend or just watch a proverbial train wreck, or even find some excuse to say to their girlfriend or partner “Hey, I think we should try that tonight?” and feel safe doing it.

I think that’s what I love so much about what I experienced – here is someone who never knew me, that I had bound and abused and whipped and humiliated, and he not only let me do it but he put that much trust into me. He felt safe with me, and I reveled in it. Well on this day, I don’t know why I attracted this one to me, but up strolls one of the more mundane folks there. Now, I was by no means dressed like I was there to start whipping people or anything remotely like that, I was still finding my own. Still, they manage to find me, and I don’t know what draws them to me.

He started with petty conversation, nothing too interesting outside of a bar pick up line. Soon he delved into bondage talk and how he’s submissive this and he likes to be hit with that – I could care less at this point. “How would you dominate me?” he asked. I blinked, half paying attention. “I’m sorry, what?” He repeated himself. “Tell me how you would dominate me.” Visibly annoyed, I asked him straightforwardly “Tell me what you desire, what do you want to feel, tell me what you crave… so that I can deny you.”

The look on his face changed from adoration to confusion. “Did I stutter?” I demanded. He stammered a reply “Well, uh, no, but…” I turned to face him directly and did my best to exude my presence over him. “Answer me. When I ask a question I expect an answer and I expect it quickly. For someone who claims to want to be dominated you are doing a poor job.”

He got the hint and asserted himself finally and prattled on about how he wanted to be bound and paddled, quite boring to me at this point. “And why are you asking me how I would dominate you? What do you see in me? Are you looking for a Mistress, are you looking for an experience? Or are you looking for your next Facebook brag? Why should I bother? What have you done to show me you deserve this?” Something clicked in him and he got to his knees. “You’re right Mistress. My apologies for wasting your time. I see that I have insulted you and..” I placed a finger on his lip. “Now you understand.” I don’t know why or what clicked, but it just felt right. “When I deem you ready, we can explore what you desire and what you want to experience. But for now, you will dedicate yourself to proving to me that you are worthy of my time and affection. You must be ready at a moment’s notice to crawl over broken glass just for the chance to pleasure yourself while licking my boot, do you understand me?” He nodded firmly, but not eagerly. He was mine now, and I would use him to explore my own wants and needs as I defined who I am today.

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